Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.